Aesthetic Blasphemy

Imagine this.

I am the progenitor of chaos. I am chaos. In the little chaoses of infinitesimal particles, I occupy almost 95% percent...

By its right name

“Lara walked along the tracks following a path worn by pilgrims and then turned into the fields. Here she stopped and,...

Wills the Bad, works the Good

FAUST ``` What is thy name? MEPHISTOPHELES A question small, it seems, For one whose mind the Word so much despises;...

Oh Rhedora!

Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made...

What ifs

He: "You know, sometimes I wish I could just touch you, like feel your face in the caress of my fingers and palms" She...